Its that desease of the age
Its that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home

Corporate america wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home

Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me

Maybe were victims of fate
Remember when wed celebrate
Wed drink and get high until late
And now were all alone

Wedding bells aint gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now were all alone

Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me

Спасибо тебе,коюшка. Я надеюсь, что у нас всё получится.
прости меня.
I will change(c) ;) ...I belive...